Saint

Once upon a time, rose was dancing in the breeze.

A saint felt a blissful presence of mysticism, thus discovered rose.

Saint : What do you know, rose?

Rose : As I see, less I know. As I know, less I see.

Saint : Okay. What do you believe on, rose?

Rose : I believeth not. For beliefs were never mine. I thinketh not. For thoughts were never mine. I'm sensations. And Through the world, I am.

Saint : What then is my consciousness?

Rose : Nought alone thou conscious, nought alone thou awareness. All collective life thou is, of million of years thou is. Thus all is thou and thou is all.

Saint : Why then do we give reasoning?

Rose : One hunts for a cause, as he sees a thing happen. Effects thou sees, curiously seeks for a cause. Hungry one is, without knowing a cause. Thus false causes are giveth, to quiet them all. All effects thou remain as they are.

Saint : What is the ultimate nature of reality, rose?

Rose : Infinite truth exists, as truth purely relative. What thy sees cannot be thou, as what thou sees cannot be thy. A truth has neither form nor formless, neither eternal nor uneternal, for words cease, as we say truth. Purely Infinite thus truth, as a wisdom and love of thou is. Mind blocks, thus limits, a power within thou. Awake as thou see, own longings, as thou did. One truth is whole, though it appears to be separately relative. For to know the unknowing, to see the nature of reality, know one entity as all entity. Small as a atom, to thou being universe itself.

Saint : I didn't understood. Elaborate a story, rose.

Rose : Nought touch the elephant, for many men are blind, toucheth who says he knows, asks thou where he toucheth, for each blind toucheth his way, one a tail, one a ear, believeth his touch be true, nought they doubt nought they listen thou, believeth his way.

Rose : One who knows nought know, nought seek at all. For no seeking may let him know what true is for all. One humble and doubts, for he know he knows nought.

Rose : Believeth nought, as thou listeneth blind men, know for if knowing reduces thou pain, see thyself for thy knowing, as thou liveth thy pain. As all seeking ceases, when one suffers nought.

Saint : I see a new world. Still I'll see for thyself, for if it reduces my suffering.

Saint : Though I feel as life be a dream.

Rose : Thou life false, thou life a dream. Thy nought knows thou life. Who's thy to claim life? Thou nought seeks, thus remains content. Says life, a dream nought, for thou knows maybe nought, thus nought changes thou life. Dream maybe nought, thought thou appears, escapes what may.

Saint : I was blinded by illusions. O rose. What matters then?

Rose : Liveth simply, liveth thou nature, silence thou seeking. Thy knows nought says thus, thou may know nought. Abandon thou conceptions. Thou true knowing belongs thou, for answers thou knows.

Saint : I want to be a Rose like you.

Rose : Thou nought today, for thou seeks today, thus tomorrow nought comes.

Saint : Do you believe in non duality, dear rose?

Rose : Believeth thy nought. Nought that changes thou life. Though thou asked of humbleness, shall I tell thou. Believeth all thy is thy believeth nought, for nought says emptiness. Though beliefs that locked thy heart, tough as thy aware.

Saint : How can I be aware of heart's beliefs?

Rose : Nought how there is, to a sacred heart. Thou thought implies belief.

Saint : I see non duality to be eternal truth, rose.

Rose : That which nought proven nought disproven, thus truth is. What thou sees thee knows, so let be all. True that reduces thou pain. Else believeth thou, or silence thou.

Saint : Please let me know what you know about non duality.

Rose : Nought thy know anything. Though thou insist, may thy say what thy read. All thou pure conscious, all that sees. That which neither this nor that. That which ever present forever. Nought dies nought borns. Nought sleeps nought wakes. Nought thinks nought dreams. That alone all pervading, thus beyond mind's game. All senses, thus a dream. Illusion of thou mirrors. Thou nought body nought mind. Thou nought he nought a soul. Thou is all, and thou is nought. Thou all awareness, yet thou nought appearance.

Saint : Why he has many forms when he is oneness?

Rose : Liveth thy a devotional life. Liveth a expression of he. Devotion though many forms, though all reach he. All ways good, all ways divine. Thus all he does, all he is.

Saint : He gave us no choice, and he does all. Why rose?

Rose : Feeleth thou of no choice, that feeleth nought thou. Nought thou mind thou, nought thou body thou. Thou all the world, thus from the world thou is. World is he, thus thou is all he.

Saint : What is mine then rose? For why am here as thou can't find he?

Rose : Nought thy knows. Nought he knows. Thought seeks, nought thou. Thou only lives, for thou is he. Thou nought findeth thou, as he nought findeth he. Thought made thou suffer, for mind seeks. Thou lives for the world, for thou is the world. Thou lives for love, for thou is love.

Saint : I too, shall pass. All I see, shall pass. Grief filled my heart.

Rose : Flowers thou sees, soon withers, submerges as a soil, borns anew a new flower, from the empty space giveth by withered one. Waters thou sees, rises above as moist clouds, comes again from the skies, from the empty space giveth, thus nothingness a law.

Saint : Loved ones I've known may pass soon. Great sorrow is filled in my visions.

Rose : As one blinketh an eye, sees all vanishing, thus compassion arises. Though thou felt in hearts, so let heart show thou way. For thou sorrows in thou dreams. For thou grief in thou attachments. For we a disciple of fate, thus things not our hands, we let be.

Saint : Why they merge as nothingness? Aren't thou sad knowing this, rose?

Rose : Ones who dies, an appearance. For they nought truly die. For they made us who we are. What our wants, among wish of nature. Fate taketh all, giveth all. Doing nought of my hands. Service we do to nature, for everything is of nature.

Saint : For all the people who gave me suffering, will pass away. I feel immense grief for them.

Rose : Crushed an art, burned an insect, flew away a bird, for all nature dies silently, as a leaf withers. Thou shall pass, why quarrel, as thou knows this? Thou sorrows disappear as thou dies. Thou thoughts vanish away. See all love, see all thou. Thus quiet the mind.